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Then I was in an elevator car inside the building, and rising toward the house on the roof. Jane wasn’t with me. Another, older lady was having trouble repairing a small mechanism that was fastened to the wall beside the car’s door. I offered to fix it for her; this involved my turning some large screws into place by hand. While I was doing so, the elevator stopped at a floor and the door opened. The lady left, and I hurriedly inserted the last few screws while the door stayed open. Just as I finished — or perhaps nearly so — the door began to close. I leaped toward it. I wedged my shoulder between the door and its frame and forced the door open enough so that I could squeeze out into a hallway of the hospital. The door shut behind me.

[...] The neighborhood was middle-class, the house gray-framed, two-storied, with a front porch.

[...] They were like magnifying glasses, in a frame on her nose …

During the next days, I regained my positive frame of mind. [...]

The fact that you slipped so easily into this frame should remind you of abilities that you had at one time in another life; then you misused them. [...]